Author's note:
After receiving some nice messages from readers who told me they would be interested in reading this story, I decided to continue, reverting my previous decision. Thank you, all you kind souls, who took the time to encourage me.
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Friends, Sexcapades, And Love Affairs
Chapter Three - Pretty Nerve-Racking
Maybe it was best if he told Edward that he had no sex toys whatsoever. Adrian had been amazed to realize that he had only one pair of handcuffs, fluffy and pink, ugh, and a Brent Corrigan Fleshjack, which had been a gift from Jared eons ago. He had enjoyed that particular piece a few times until he realized that it came with high maintenance, and the time invested in cleaning it was better used for hooking up with real guys with real assholes which he could pound.
But a promise was a promise, and Adrian was intrigued by Edward, so he wanted to see how he would get a scolding for having so few toys. If Edward wanted to educate him so much, Adrian didn't mind it, mainly because there was a hot ass in it for him and equally hot lips, which he hoped to feel wrapped around his dick.
Yeah, he smiled to himself. Ah, he needed to welcome his visitor with a cold soda. That was something he could do, Adrian thought as he walked over to the fridge. He looked critically at the contents, and then an idea hit him. He could make a fresh drink. Usually, Adrian only had freshly squeezed juice for breakfast, but since his guest was close to royalty or something like that, it looked like he could put in the effort.
For one second, he hesitated. Was he playing to this guy's tune, getting trained, as Jared had warned him? No, he reasoned to himself; that was just him being a gracious host, and nothing else.
He got to work without any other hesitations. Edward did deserve a glass of juice, after all. He would put his ass up for a pounding, and Adrian began to grin just thinking of it. A real Sunday treat, that was something to look forward to.
The knock on the door had him sprinting for it. Adrian opened the door wide. "You're quite fast, Your Majesty."
"It's not like I had to beat the rush hour," Edward replied. "My chauffeur also knows the city down to the latest shortcut between two points."
Adrian guffawed. "Your chauffeur?"
Edward quirked an eyebrow.
Adrian hurried to school his feature into something neutral. "Oh, it wasn't a joke."
"Are you going to let me in, or we will spend precious time talking in the hallway, like this?"
"Please, come in. Is your chauffeur waiting for you or -"
"I'll text him when I'm done," Edward replied, and he seemed taller than Adrian as he walked inside.
That wasn't the case. Edward was a bit shorter. His arrogant attitude added a few inches, though. Well, Adrian knew a lot about inches and about bringing guys to heel.
"I made you some juice," Adrian said proudly.
"Thank you," Edward said, as he sat on the sofa, but didn't touch the glass.
Instead, he set his eyes on Adrian, measuring him up and down. Adrian smirked. "Do you want to take a picture? It will last longer."
"So cliché," Edward replied and leaned back, throwing one arm casually across the back of the sofa, and crossing his legs.
Adrian felt hot under that stare. Guys were usually so taken with him that they either stared at him in adoration or looked away since they couldn't believe their luck. That wasn't what was happening here.
He could be flippant and get to the point, but his curiosity was getting the better of him this time around. "Would you like me to undress? Maybe it won't be that much of a cliché."
Edward gestured with one arm. "Please. I would like to see you, and I suspect that you're comfortable enough in your own skin to enjoy getting in the nude."
Adrian shrugged. His cock was twitching, and the other guy was all dressed up, wasn't sucking him, and wasn't begging for a fuck, either.
This was new.
"Ah, ah. No. Please, do it slower," Edward ordered from Adrian's sofa that seemed to have been turned into a royal throne.
"Don't you want me to put on some music, too?" Adrian asked.
"No. I don't want you to display some boring routine which people frequenting striptease places find exciting only because they have never watched excessively tanned skin stretched over muscles created by steroids."
"What do you want, then?" Adrian questioned.
Edward smiled, and there was something a bit cruel in how his lips curled up as if their owner was making a deliberate and conscious effort to do so. "I'm glad you asked. I am more than happy to give you directions. Think of it like this." His voice dropped and began. "You're home after a long day at work, you have just kicked your shoes at the door, and now you can barely wait to get out of your clothes."
Adrian snorted, despite experiencing small eddies of pleasure coursing through his body as Edward's voice caressed his sense of hearing. "Do you want me just to throw my clothes around and then hit the shower?"
"Don't interrupt, Adrian."
Damn, even his name sounded different in that mouth. That mouth. The thought of Edward putting his lips on him was enough to make him pliable with any request.
"You would start undressing, but your lover is home, and you know how much he likes it when you're simply you. He's in the door to the bedroom you two share and stares at you. His eyes on you make you hot, and you want, so much, to make him want you the way you want him."
Adrian snuck one hand under his t-shirt and pushed it up only a couple of inches, showing a bit of skin, but not too much. He caressed his taut muscles and cocked his head, throwing Edward a look he hoped enough to convey how hot those words were making him.
He was rewarded with a smile, and this time, it was a genuine one. "You're good at taking directions. It's a fantastic start, Adrian."
"Tell me more," Adrian whispered.
It was barely mid-afternoon, and natural light was flooding the room, but Adrian felt like it was midnight, and he was putting on a show under soft dim lights the color of passion.
"Your lover licks his lips," Edward continued his voice nothing but smooth silk. "He likes what he sees, but he also loves to play. It's enough for you to notice that naughty glint in his eyes. He wants you, but you need to show him more. It is a game of play-pretend, and yet, you must be your truest self to win him over, to make him want to kneel in front of you and take you in his mouth."
Adrian gulped. He pulled the t-shirt higher and used it to wipe his forehead. Now, his abs and pecs had to show pretty well. The temptation to flex them was strong, but he understood what Edward wanted. Something that seemed natural, genuine.
"Excellent, Adrian."
His name in that perverted mouth now sounded low and sexy. He pretended to look elsewhere and pulled his t-shirt over his head. He threw it on the floor and then ran his fingers over his face and through his hair like he was tired after a day spent outside the house.
"Yes," Edward encouraged him softly.
Adrian turned and fiddled with his belt. All this time, the thought of having Edward's eyes on him was making him so hard that pulling down the zipper on his jeans was a feat of strength and determination.
Eventually, he pushed down his jeans and stepped out of them. Pretending he was undressing like any other day, he took off his socks, too. Then he turned and gave his cock a short tug, but without looking at Edward.
"Look at me," Edward ordered.
Adrian did.
